Talking Shop: Writing About the Pussy

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Friday Free Read: Isla Querida

They darted ahead of me: twin flashes of white against broad, dark palm fronds. They moved like deer and their laughter bubbled in their wake, tender, girlish, sweet. Had I truly wanted, I’d have overtaken them, silly creatures, without a scrap of trouble. If they were deer, I was the stag. But I let them lead, keeping just ahead of me.

I caught sight of Nina’s periwinkle hair, then the prim shape of Neri’s ankle and her delicate white sandals. Rosy fireflies and dusky night-time butterflies drifted through the warm air around them; the sultry notes of coconut, island blossoms, and the girls’ own bright, fresh scents guided me through lush swaths of jungle. I was a little tipsy and more than a little riled, and my pretty pale does knew it. When it came to my passions, my girls knew all.

Friday Free Read: Her Dark Rewards

Austria, 1719

Rhiannon Donovan was a tall girl, almost of a height with her mentor, which was saying something. In life, the Viking Sölva had been a towering monster of a woman. Where Sölva was broad and muscular, though, pale as bleached bones, Rhiannon was skinny and slender. The younger vampire had humble breasts, like tender peaches, nearly imperceptible beneath the smooth, snug leather bodice she wore accentuating the lean lines of her frame. Her legs were long and strong, and Sölva was fond of telling her she looked almost boyish, until one noticed her lovely face, her full lips, and the long, thick lashes framing her yellow, leonine eyes. At the moment the left of these was bisected by the ugly thick line of a scar, remnants of a recent fight. The scar would heal in time, as all scars did for any child of the Five Demon nations, but for Rhiannon, the process was slower. It was a reminder of her inherent flaw. She was a bastard demon.

Talking Shop: Looking at Lesbian Fiction

Today is the re-release of my first and favorite novel, Lotus Petals. This vampire romance tells the story of two women--the would-be bride of an undead daimyo, and his favorite human courtesan--discovering a connection with one another over any bond they've felt before.

Lotus Petals at Champagne Books

I adore writing about women who love women. But what do you think when you hear the words lesbian erotica? For too many, it seems the answer is, "Not for me."

Erotic Audio: A Sexy Excerpt from Lotus Petals, Releasing Monday!

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Friday Free Read: An Audio Excerpt from "Lady in Chains"

Today's free read comes from my current work in progress: Lady In Chains, Book 1 ~ Enslaved. This fantasy BDSM romance unites Bannon and Sadira, a barbarian hero and a desert "pet", in the aftermath of war between their two nations.

Remember this scene is NSFW and NC17. You probably want to enjoy it from the safety of a pair of good headphones...but if you can't listen with headphones, the text version of the scene is below the cut. Apologies for the hum...One day I'll be an expert at weeding out extra noise when recording!

Friday's Free Read: Chimera

This is an abridged excerpt of a steampunk story I've had in mind for a couple of years. One day I hope to expand it into a full-length story.

Unfortunately I don't have time to add any graphics...I'll have to come back later to add them.  Enjoy the story anyway, loves!

Lazy wisps of altostratus clouds streamed by in the wake of the Chimera's broadside sails, cold nymphs tracing slender fingers along her hull in in the sunset. Some distance off the larboard side, a flock of sea-birds flew in formation, largely unconcerned by the presence of the smuggler sharing their sky. Their off-key, honking cries were a comfortable and familiar sound in the back of Devon St. John's mind, as she leaned back against the ship's railing and surveyed the crew's work along the deck and up through the rigging on the balloon. It wasn't her ruffians that had her interest, though. It was her cargo. Even as she played at lax and careless, she kept one eye open to watch 'Sebastian' across the way.

He was, to the casual observer, a very young man: practically a boy. His cheek might never have borne the barest hint of a beard. His hair was very shabbily cut, especially for the upper class; hacked and uneven around the turned-up collar of his frock coat, it was the dull color of a common brown mouse. Devon had been paid to transport him safely to the country of Albionora, across the sea.

Certain protective measures, of course, had been taken to protect the aristocrat's real identity. Devon knew it well enough, though the men who booked his passage had said nothing. Watching Sebastian now, shy and nervous on the Chimera's decks, Devon found herself eager to get under his cover and get to the real creature underneath.

Friday Free Read: Lead Me Not...

This week's Free Read takes place in the world of the Four Courts; the urban fantasy series begun with Goblin Fires. Lead Me Not features one of the lovely Winter Royals: Talaith, Fourth Daughter of Oberon. If you've read Goblin Fires, this short story takes place before the events of that book.

Talaith recognized the perfume the moment she stepped into one of the private alcoves backstage. Jasmine and hibiscus: a scent all at once nostalgic, bittersweet, and arousing. Even in the pounding atmosphere of Frostbite, the New York nightclub owned and operated by the Winter Court—her court, in other words—that subtle scent stole all of Talaith's attention. 

"Kymera," she mused in a tone of playful exasperation. "What a pleasant surprise."

Life Drawing ~ A Friday Free Read

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Angelic

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NaNoWriMo Heats Up

NaNoWriMo Day 12:

Fae Love and Desperation

 

Talaith was surprised to see me at her door. I hadn't called ahead. I'd barely known I was going to be there myself. When she appeared in the doorway, though, one eyebrow cocked, I didn't offer any kind of explanation. I just threw myself at her.

It was a hard, desperate kiss I gave her, wrapping my arms around her luscious frame. I pushed her backwards into the entryway of her apartment and kicked the door shut behind me. She squeaked. She actually squeaked.

"Milady Knight!" she huffed when I let her up for air. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"This?" I growled, and kissed her again. "This isn't pleasure, Majesty. What I'm about to do to you, that will be a pleasure."

Into the Dollhouse (Pt 2)

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Colt reminded Darry of a boy he’d taken theater classes with in high school: he was lean but muscled, catlike almost, and probably agile and wiry.  There was only one word for this young  man’s face, though: beautiful.  He had an almost royal countenance, gorgeous hazel eyes and lovely, pouty lips.  He was sitting lazily on an uncovered sofa when Genesis led naked Darry into one of the musty upstairs rooms, where the sheets had been pulled off of the furniture, and the shades thrown open to let in the sparkling, bright moonlight.

Colt was a lovely man, but it was Cleo—his sister—that immediately drew Darry’s eyes.  She was even prettier than Genesis, with long, shapely legs and smooth, delicious hips.  Her elegant but low-cut gray blouse showed off the curves of her gorgeous breasts, and her long, dark hair fell in a cascading wave down to the small of her back.  When Genesis and Darry entered, she turned away from a musing study on the night sky, and Darry noticed a lithe dancer’s grace accented even her slightest movement.

Into the Dollhouse (Pt 1)

 Guess what? I write sequels.

The days were filled with desperate, wild sex, passionate and indulgent, more than he had ever thought he could take or give.  And yet, each time his beautiful Genesis reached for him across the cool, quiet darkness, silently beckoning to him and whispering sweet, lustful promises into his ear, Darry found himself ready, burning with a fever to consume her and bury himself in her, over and over.

He was losing weight—he was never hungry, except for her.  He was missing classes, he hadn’t spoken to his friends or even his family.

And it didn’t matter, as long as she was there.

Temptation

Hump Day Request:

Temptation, seduction and "giving in".

When your ex is an elf, relationships can be complicated.

She recognized the perfume the moment she stepped into her dressing room: wild jasmine and hibiscus, a scent all at once nostalgic, bittersweet, and arousing.  Kicking the door shut behind her, Taliyah crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes, tapping the fingers of one hand on her bicep.

“Kymera,” she murmured in a tone of playful exasperation.  “I should have known.”

“I was in town,” came the husky reply.  When Taliyah turned towards the wall where her vanity mirror was set, she saw the beautiful leggy fae sitting sprawled in the makeup chair, feet dangling over one side as she leaned, casually regal, over the other, chin propped up on one hand.

“Had to stop by and see my favorite protégée.”